When Dusk Breathes Its Last Breath

As the furneral dirge solemnly plays A grave ravaged by time With one decaying rose Laying subtly on top of the cracked earth Alone in a cemetery of benevolence Death by ones own hand Gives them this curse When dusk breathes its last breath And the eerie dirge fades A melancholic apparition appears Sitting in sorrow Waiting to pass the other side Forever bound here Longing for that which will never come And when the dawn bleeds in Fading back to nothingness Till dusk breathes again The nights so empty The nights so lonely Haunting in sadness